I said please!

Owen really wanted to go outside before dinner, but we were only minutes away so we said no. So then he started saying please, which is just terribly cute and hard to resist, but we just didn’t have time. Besides, now that he knows please, I’m trying to teach him that just because he says please doesn’t mean he will get what he’s asking for.

But he kept getting more and more adamant—verging on whining and tears with every please please plase—when I heard what I swear was “I said please!” in a very anguished little voice.

Well, how could you not be swayed by that? Is your heart made of steel? Have you no soul?

So we went outside for a few minutes.

And he was happy.

And we were happy.

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